An entry into the Log by Jas. Apple:
Often while at sea we seem to be made to suffer, and it often seemed that it was our only lot in life.
The Frenchman Baptiste always seemed to maintain his fictions, in my mind it made a good story fore and aft and could make even the most unbearable toils of the day shrink around mess time, and often he would be invited to tell the same story, to the same number, over and over again.
Like me, he never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
(Hurry home Baptiste, Mr. Apple is lonely and has scarcely stopped crying since you left! -the Doctor)
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